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The Words You Spoke	By : Serenitas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello all! Well here is the much anticipated next chapter, and be prepared for an angst fest people! I got sacked from my job and therefore this chapter is 1. Graphic and 2. Angsty. I would like to say a special hello to Sami Potter and Leboshi who have both reviewed every chapter of every HP fic I have ever written. Read Leboshi�s reviews, they�re great! Read his stories�they�re better! There are a few spoilers from OoTP in here, so you are warned. (Does anyone else out there think she�ll kill Harry in Book 7?)
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Harry was drunk. He was blind, stinking, glaringly drunk. He saw fluffy pink elephants, he saw green dwarves skipping across his living room. If he had�ve been able to stand, he would�ve skipped with them. �Tra-la-la-la!� he sang drunkenly. �A lonely life is for me!� his legs gave out as his bottle of swill went skittering across the paper and filth littered floor. On his hands and knees he groped across the floor trying to find his bottle, throwing things haphazardly around. One particularly erratic swing uncovered an old picture of Draco and he froze, his arms and legs giving out as he collapsed to the floor. �You bastard!� he said to the picture, watching it move. Draco, frozen forever in a perfect moment, the Mona Lisa smirk on his face, love shining in his eyes. It had been this day that Harry had truly fallen in love with him and decided to give him his virginity. �You said you�d never hurt me!� he yelled as he shook the picture. �TRAITOR!� he screamed, tears coursing down his face. �FILTHY DEATH EATER SCUM! TRUE SON OF LUCIUS! I HATE YOU! I FARQUING HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!�
He made to tear the picture in half, but was stopped by a hand. He blinked, his drunken rage burning away the alcohol induced sorrow. �I think you�ve had enough Mr. Potter.�
He sneered at that hand, old, gnarled and wrinkled with age. Hands that had fought next to him and indeed had saved him during the Last Battle, pulling him off the battlefield when he would�ve stayed put and let the aftershocks of the spells kill him and put him out of his misery. Hands that had risen from their sickbed, defied healers to give him a life he no longer wanted. �You are unwanted and unwelcome here.�
�It seems you say that an awful lot Harry.�
�Go away.�
�I�m afraid I cannot comply with your wishes Harry. Stand up.�
�Go to hell.�
A pause. �I think I was there once, a few years ago. I distinctly remember it being hot, and I saw a figure waving something around, but whether it was a wand or a pitchfork I never did figure out. He had cloven feet though. A magic-wielding goat perhaps?� he said in a musing voice.
�You�re not funny Albus.� Harry muttered, staring at the hem of his garish purple and green robes.
�Stand up.� Dumbledore repeated.
�Don�t wanna.� Harry crossed his arms over his chest, rather like a sulking child. �Where�s my nippy bottle?�
�You disappoint me Harry.� Dumbledore said gently. �I thought you were one who wouldn�t resort to the bottle when things got rough.�
�Well you know nothing about me.� Harry sneered. �You never did. I was nothing but a pawn in your game against Voldemort. Once I fulfilled what you proclaimed as my destiny, once I fulfilled that stupid prophecy Trelawney bleated years ago, you were just like the rest of them, abandoning me to my fate.�
�You are most mistaken Harry. If you would stand up and let me cast a Scouring Charm on you, then I could explain a few things.�
�I don�t want to hear anything you or anybody else has to say.�
Dumbledore sighed. �I can�t force you. I have information that would shake the foundations of your world, information you have sought for and desired for years, but if you won�t even stand up, then I can�t tell you.� The twinkle faded from his eyes. �Severus was right. You are a coward.� He turned towards the door. �No need to show me the door, I know my way out.�
�Stop right there Albus.� Harry said in a commanding tone.
Dumbledore half turned his yes. �You�re standing! Congratulations my boy!�
�Oh stop your blather.� Harry waved a hand in front of his face. For a moment he was fascinated by it, before shaking himself out of his reverie and reorienting himself. �You have information about me, I want it. I am tired of your meddling, of your interfering. You used me far too much when I was young, now that I am an adult, I want all the information you have.�
Dumbledore appeared to be fighting down a smile. �That could take some time Harry. I am very old and know very much.�
�Then start talking.� Harry crossed his arms over his chest.
�First things first Harry.� Dumbledore stepped lightly across the floor. �I want you to take a bath. I cannot tolerate the smell of you � and I have survived Professor Flitwick trying to cook Italian�the staff room reeked of garlic for a month�it was horrible and we never did decide if it was actual food on the plate. Italian food isn�t supposed to writhe on the plate is it?� he shook his head. �I digress. Wash yourself Harry while I clean down here. I won�t force you to leave your comfort zone, but I refuse to stay in this pigsty.�
�Still giving orders.� Harry muttered mutinously.
�Is it so unreasonable? You�re curling my nose hairs Harry.�
Harry scowled at his former Headmaster. �Your face might freeze that way you know.� Dumbledore said helpfully. �You�ll terrify small animals and children if you keep it that way. Severus taught you well.�

�Just because I�m going to the loo in no way means that I am listening to you.� Harry grumbled as he walked out of the room.
Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed. He had forgotten in the past five years just how stubborn Harry Potter could be.

�Ron?� Hermione ventured in a gentle tone.
�What?�
Hermione sighed. �I�m sorry I called you a drunken souse. You do drink more than you should, but I worry about you!�
�I have few other pleasures in life �Mione, what with work and all the children. You�re always on my case.� Ron said, turning away from her.
�Old habits are hard to break, but you can break them�� she said softly. �You�ve had patience with me so far.�
�Why is that Harry and Draco always make us fight more?�
�Perhaps because they were so well suited for each other. They were the perfect couple, rarely fighting, so much in love, so much alike � and then there was us. Polar opposites, always fighting, so set in our ways��
�Hon you�ve mixed up who you�re describing there. We were perfect, I always knew we would be.�
�This plan started out so easy, so simple. Get them back together. I guess since we drove Harry into seclusion I had forgotten his stubborn streak.� Hermione said wryly.
�Have you spoken to Draco yet?�
�Oh yes. Harry caught him at the shack. It was a confrontation but he thinks that maybe, just maybe he got through to him.�
�He�s fighting so hard to win Harry back.� Ron shook his head. �I can�t understand why.�
�Harry is the only one he ever loved. The only one who got through his defences to find the person within. I would fight forever for you.� Hermione whispered.
�Will you stay out their business yet?� Ron pleaded.
�I will get them back together or I�m not the former Head Girl!� Hermione vowed. �My plans are perfect, in place and ready to go! I cannot be stopped! This plan is full of perfection!�
�Is that what it�s full of?� Ron said under his breath.
�I heard that Ron!� Hermione�s eyes flashed at her husband as she opened her mouth to begin a tirade. Ron knew of only one way to shut her up. He pulled her close and kissed her firmly. �Come with me Hermione.� He murmured into her ear. As she nodded dumbly, Ron rolled his eyes. �They owe me big for this.�

�Draco��
�I�m here, and I�m not going anywhere Harry.�
�I don�t�I can�t��
�Shh�hush my love. Do you trust me?�
�With all that I am.�
Draco smiled. �Good.� He murmured as he lowered his lips to Harry�s. His hands stroked his chest, pinching firm nipples, caressing strong muscles as he breached the waistband of Harry�s too-loose pants, to the secrets underneath. Harry gasped and pulled away. �It�s all right Harry. You�ll enjoy this, trust me.�
Harry nodded, fear and anticipation in his eyes. Trepidation fled as Draco unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, along with his faded red boxers. He closed his eyes, blushing as Draco saw parts of him that no one save Harry himself had ever seen. He peeked out through his clenched eyes to see admiration in Draco�s. �Draco�?�
�Damn Harry!� was all Draco said. �Lay back, I want you to enjoy this.�
�Enjoy what?� Harry asked, timid.
�This.� Draco lowered his lips to Harry�s again as he wrapped his shaft in a tight grip. Harry let out a gasp, arching into the hand as Draco�s tongue moved and plundered his mouth. Firmly Draco stroked up and down the length, bringing it to full stiffness, drops of arousal gathering on the tip. Harry threw back his head and let out a throaty moan as Draco smiled in satisfaction. �You like that?� he asked in a husky voice.
�Oh God Draco! Don�t stop! I never thought�!� Harry�s eyes were closed again as he thrashed beneath Draco.
�Then you�ll love this.� Draco licked his ear and winked at Harry as his eyes flew open.
�Wha�� was all Harry got out before Draco�s lips covered the head of his arousal and all thought fled. Lips and tongue covered the head as hands caressed the shaft and Harry�s hips bucked involuntarily. If he had enjoyed the hands before, the sight, the feel of Draco�s lips on that part of him drove him to madness. His hands clenched in the blond hair as Draco made a humming sound deep in his throat and took Harry deeper. Lifting his head for a moment, he smirked through bruised lips. �Don�t fight it Harry, let it happen.�
He returned to his task: Drive Harry insane. Harry tried not to pull on his hair, didn�t want to hurt him but the urge to do�something was driving him mad. In a jerky rhythm he thrust against Draco�s mouth, not knowing what he was doing, not knowing what to expect. He had never done this before, had never felt this before. His mouth open in a soundless cry, he felt tension building inside. �Draco, what��
�Let it happen Harry. I�m with you.� Draco�s voice surrounded him.
He froze, back arched, eyes flying open to meet Draco�s, dilated and deep silver in the crimson glow of the setting sun. His hands clutched Draco closer to him as he opened his mouth�.

�Draco! Wake up!�
Draco�s eyes flew open, a snarl. �What the hell do you want?�
Blaise leapt back, raising his hands in front of him. �Sorry. Sorry, but you were moaning in your sleep.�
�Why, in the name of Merlin are you in my apartment? We�re done for the day and I need a nap.�
�Came to give you some info on Harry.� Blaise said, his eyes coming to rest on Draco�s arousal. �Must have been one hell of a dream you were having.�
�I�m waiting for him to come to me.� Draco said coolly as he sat up.
�Dumbledore is there now, and actually got him to bathe.�
�That is an achievement. Any information on what he�ll tell Harry?� Draco started to get out bed before he remembered that he was starkers and while modesty wasn�t high on his list, he didn�t trust Zabini as far as he could throw him. More than a few nude photos of Draco had circulated at Hogwarts, thanks to his �friend.�
�No idea.� He shook his head. �When Weasley told me this asinine plan of hers, I was convinced it was going to be a disaster. You were ready to give up and move on with your life. What changed? He�s still stubborn, still thinks you betrayed him and now you�re back to where you were. What happened to the hard, bad-arse Slytherin I knew and worshipped?�
Draco snorted. �I could say I love the git, but that�s not all of it. It�s a challenge. Harry Potter is the only person to every defy me, to ever leave me, to ever refuse to come back to me once I lay the charm on.� He smiled. �My life is so different now from what I expected, I live in the Muggle world, work a Muggle job, drive a Muggle car��
�And you just happen to be richer than God don�t forget. You don�t even need to work!� Blaise paused. �So tell me why DID you come to the Muggle world?�
�Harry sequestered himself in the magical world because he couldn�t live up to the expectations. I left the magical world because the accusations thrown at me made me angry. When I�m angry I tend to kill.� Draco replied simply.
�Doesn�t make sense.� Blaise narrowed his eyes. �You�re hiding something.�
�I�m hiding a great deal, but no matter. You don�t need to know. You have told me what you needed to, so get out.�
�Every morning when you make coffee, can you believe your life turned out this way?�
Draco said nothing; just fell back amongst his pillows, yearning to finish his dream.

While Harry bathed, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and began sorting all the papers into a semblance of order. Stories, pictures, poetry and miscellaneous junk. The food-encrusted dishes in the sink made him stare at it in dismay until inspiration struck. �Accio Dobby!� he cried out. Silence reigned for a moment before a wail of terror broke the stillness. As Dobby crashed through one of the broken windows and lay sprawled on the floor, dazed, Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. �Once you get your bearings Dobby, I would like you to clean Harry Potter�s house.�
�Yessir.� Dobby mumbled, tottering towards the kitchen.
Dumbledore picked up the offensive picture of Draco that Harry had been yelling at earlier and flipped it over. To no surprise was a poem that Harry had written to Draco. After reading it, Dumbledore smiled. �So that�s how it began.�
It began with a fight,

With cruel and hateful words
No ground was ever given,

Nothing ever heard

Hatred was the source,

Dislike the order of the day
I couldn't stand the sight of you,

You ruined every day

I dreaded going to class,

Knowing you were there
You enjoyed my torment,

A nuisance in my hair

Strange now it seems,

Hate turned into something more
The line became blurred,

What were we fighting for?

Despite the constant battles

Waged at every turn
Something between us changed,

My heart began to burn

Then you had to leave,

And for you I cried
Never truly believing it,

Not quite undandianding why

I don't know when it happened,

I don't know why it did
I didn't see you every day,

My heart sank just a bit

Then I saw you one last time,

And I saw that you knew
I never had to say the words,

You knew I loved you (1)

�Stop reading that! It�s none of your business!� Harry barked from the doorway, his hair dripping, clutching a towel around him. �I�ve bathed, now will you tell me what you need to and get out?�
Dumbledore gestured to a chair and cast a Cleaning Spell on it, not wanting Harry to get dirty after finally convincing him to be clean. Dobby blinked at the sight of an emaciated and jaundiced Harry Potter and vanished into the kitchen. �Very well Harry. Let me tell you truth about what happened to you and why I allowed you to be taken.�
�You allowed me to be taken?� Harry hissed, fury swelling up in him.
�Indeed I did.� Dumbledore nodded. �Do you gamble Harry?�
�Only with my life.� He muttered.
�Well I gambled with your life too, and was successful. If I hadn�t allowed you to be taken, Hogwarts would have been razed and levelled. Countless thousands of people would have died in Lucius Malfoy�s insane rush to capture you. I lowered the wards on Hogwarts, allowing him to Apparate. I had a tracking charm on you the entire time and knew where you were.�
�You knew I was missing?� Harry�s voice was low and deadly. �You knew there was a glamour of me walking around Hogwarts? You let me be tortured and raped for days on end, thinking no one knew I was gone when the entire time you DID?�
�Yes.� Dumbledore nodded. �I did it to save the lives of the innocent.�
�What about my innocence?� Harry roared. �Or wasn�t that a factor?�
�Draco had mostly rid you of your innocence Harry. Voldemort and his Death Eaters did nothing you hadn�t already experienced.�
�Want to bet?� Harry snarled. �They did a great deal.�
�Well as you know, you are the child of prophecy and of course I took that into account. But there were other factors at play also.� Dumbledore continued.
�Speak English!�
�Voldemort didn�t just want you because you were marked by prophecy, but also because you were joined by blood.�
�I know this.� Harry said, impatient. �The day he gave me the scar is the day we joined.�
�That�s only part of it Harry. He wanted you dead because you shared his blood before he ever came to kill you and your father. He tried to save your mother Harry. Why? You have brains, so use them.�
�He never tried to save my mother!� Harry protested.
�He did. He told her several times to get out of the way, that it was not her concern. It hurt him to kill her Harry, for what parent, even one such as Voldemort, wants to kill their only child?�
Harry sagged back against the chair. �What?�
�You are Voldemort�s grandson, and have his blood in your veins. Your father was a pureblooded Gryffindor, dndednded from Godric himself. When he captured you, he didn�t see Lily in your eyes, but James. He allowed those atrocities to happen to you because he hated you almost as much as Lucius did. He wanted to break you, to break a Gryffindor.�
�My mother was Muggle born.�
�That was a ruse to hide her from her father while she was young, much in the same way we hid you.�
�And through it all, you knew and never told me? Why didn�t you rescue me?�
�I told you, I was trying to keep Hogwarts standing. Your sacrifice was horrible Harry, but necessary. I watched you every day, watched you fight.�
�Did you get off on it you old voyeur?� Harry sneered, furious. He saw white tinged with red as his rage ran unchecked.
�Draco never betrayed you Harry.� Dumbledore said simply.
�No.� Harry agreed. �He didn�t. I finally believe everyone when they say he never betrayed me. YOU betrayed me.�
�I had the best of reasons and intentions Harry�� Dumbledore began.
�Get out of my house!� Harry yelled. �Get out and never return! You watched! You knew! You know what they did to me, what they subjected me to! You never came to rescue me � why? Because in the end Dumbledore � YOU WERE SCARED! Scared to face them! Too scared to save me! Severus did more for me than you did! You turned me over to them Dumbledore! How could you? How could you do that to me?� tears rolled down his face. �Hypocrite! Liar! Begone with you! I never want to see you again.�
�Harry, now calm down�� Dumbledore held up a hand.
�I can never hurt you enough! I won�t calm down! I won�t! Bollocks to you Dumbledore, I�m not your little pawn anymore! Five years ago when I was seventeen you let me undergo the worst atrocities known to humanity, and you knew, and you watched, and you did nothing. I can never forgive you.�
�I don�t want forgiveness. I have done what I came here to do.�
�And that would be what?�
�Tell you the truth.� Dumbledore sighed. �I�m sorry it has to end like this Harry, but perhaps in time you�ll see that I DID have the best of intentions.� He reached into his robes. �Draco wanted you to have this.� He turned to go. �When you decide to talk rationally to me, you�ll know where to find me.�
�Meddling old coot.� Harry grumbled, shaking with rage. �Severus was right about you.� He opened the letter .
�Harry, if you�re reading this then this letter has passed through many hands. I first gave it to Ginny Weasley who passed it to Colin Creevy who passed it to�well you get the idea. It�s been five years, almost to the day that you left me, and I�m hoping that by this time you have realized the truth. I don�t know why you left me, I don�t know why you did, but even after five years, I love you still. There is still a light on for you and while I am ready to move on with my life, and I know that I may never see you again, I may never know why � know this. I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you. I have lived for you for so long, now it�s time I live for me. I miss you Harry, and I wish you well. I�m waiting for you Harry, but I won�t wait forever.�
-Draco

Harry dropped the letter and headed for the door before he remembered he was naked. An evil glint glowed in his eyes as a plan formed itself in his head.

Ok, the poem I only changed a few parts of it, it is mine, and I love that poem out of all ones I have ever written. It is dedicated to a former coworker who I left in Japan and he never knew how I felt until the day before I left, and by then it was too late for him to do or say anything. So I only changed work, to class. The next chapter will be NC-17, so you are warned. Please let me know what you think of this chapter! Thanks! (More Ron/Hermione next chapter too!)
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